laography | i find the map and draw a straight line

Let me think.
No.

[ No one knew what Diana did-- Laura, she thinks, is the only one who might, yet they never talk about it-- or who caused the fire, but she'll always remember. And it's going to weigh on her for the rest of her life, heavy and burning, leaving her waking up every morning with ash and smoke in her lungs. Some days she can't breathe when she jerks awake from a nightmare, the burnt taste so thick in her mouth. She was never there for the fire, only came when they were putting out the last remnants of it, but her guilt will never stop her mind from filling in the blanks.

Especially not with bright blue eyes that burned cold, and a charming smile that was more like a predator that'd found its prey.

It's a good thing she's had pictures of Stiles saved on her phone from the past two years, the contrast of between fire that burns and fire that warms has made potential panic die down more than once. ]

Maybe we can have a competition to see who can bench press who the most.

you are a fun suck
an actual fun suck

[ Stiles has no idea of Diana's heartbreaking situation, of the panic. He knows what guilt tastes like, knows how much it hurts to wake up in the morning with the heavy burden of "that was all my fault" on your shoulders. If he had the chance, he'd do whatever he could to help--he can't chase it away, no one could ever chase it away for him.

But Stiles could remind her to breathe. ]

you would kick my /ass/ i'm not doing that
maybe we can have a challenge to see who can eat more cheeseburgers instead

I try.

[ Ever since Nate, Diana has sworn to never make another person her anchor. To never try to be one for someone else.

But Stiles is different.

On one hand, she's afraid that if she ever tried to anchor him in turn-- to hold his hand like he had for her when her family was gone, to try and get him to simply breathe when the weight of guilt was too much-- she would drag him down and drown him.

But there are two kinds of anchors: those that tether you in a storm, and those that drag you down to drown. ]

I feel like I still have an unfair advantage.

the wild funsuck in her natural habitat hunts down her natural prey
an amazing opportunity for candy related bonding presents itself across the moor
she lays in wait for the perfect opportunity
the candy related bonding makes a move
she sucks the fun out like a fun vampire
the funsuck wins again

[ Stiles, what are you actually doing. (The answer is trying to make a girl laugh, because he's a moron.) Diana deserves to laugh, though--Stiles wonders if she still groans at the jokes he's been sending her, or if she genuinely laughs at him. It's been ages since he's heard it.

She hasn't heard him since his voice changed, either. Okay, granted, he still cracks every now and then, and he was thrilled that she missed the Little Girl phase of it, but he's a man now. Chest hair and everything. (Not really). There are so many little things Diana missed, so many things he's dying to tell her about.]

yeah well you're up against a teenage boy
i'm invincible on that front

A+ documentary.
Would watch on BBC.

[ Rolling over to press her face into the back of the couch, Diana does laugh a little. It's such a stupid ramble, but it's from Stiles, and she knows him well enough to know that he's still trying to make her laugh, five and a half years later. From an outside perspective, it's a little sad that the only two people who manage to honestly make her laugh with relative ease are her sister and a boy she hasn't seen in ages.

But she doesn't care. She just remembers that crooked grin, and how much he lit up when she would groan but still laugh a little anyways.

It'd be nice to see how the expression would look on his face now. ]

I don't know, you'd be going up against someone who puts away enough food for the whole lacrosse team pretty easily.
Are you sure you're up to that challenge?

i find the map and draw a straight line

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